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La Vie Seule

Notes on achieving the impossible.

Wednesday, 27 February 2008

The ring from my finger slips to the ground.





















Today I throw my book away. Here are the parts I want to remember, the ones I don't are sitting in my bin.
Posted by Pascal at 15:41

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      • let me kiss her one last time.
      • Breathing deeply, walking backwards.
      • Mourning is mocking me.
      • The ring from my finger slips to the ground.
      • The man sings about romance.
      • Fuck.
      • Armrests. A war of Inadequacy.
      • Oh simple things, where have you gone.
      • Blurb.
      • Clutch, gear, gas, repeat.
      • Yo, its an air force one.
      • What became of the likely lad.
      • Bittersweet regrets.
      • Answers.
      • The boy who cried innocence.
      • Lies and retribution.
      • We'll take our precious time about it.
      • Armrests, a war of attrition.
      • Take me home country roads.
      • Genesis.

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